When Pan Thyr is
arrested for a crime he didn’t commit, he's determined to take down the man
responsible for his torture. But being on the run makes it hard to prove his
innocence. He is not only fighting to clear his name, but prove to Igorian
Hunchback that they are meant to be together.

Igorian refuses
to give in to his desires where Pan is concerned. Although the man is a walking
wet dream, Igorian has been taught that vampires don’t mate outside their race.
It is a lesson drilled into him from rebirth.

When wanted
posters go up and the two must run for their lives, Igorian learns that fighting
against the attraction he feels for Pan is futile. Can the two clear their names
and the misconceptions taught to Igorian, or will the Ministry of Paranormal
Affairs doom them both to a death sentence before Igorian finds out what it
means to purr for a panther shifter?

STORY EXCERPT

Amber eyes twinkled
as Igorian groaned and turned away. Pan knew exactly what he was thinking.
Igorian just knew it. The man had some sort of unnatural hold over him and
damned if Igorian could figure out how to stop it. He had even considered going
to Glitter Glow Park and asking the fae to break whatever spell Pan had placed
on him.

He just hadn’t been
able to go through with it.

Igorian snagged
another champagne flute from a passing waiter and replaced it with his empty
one. He swallowed down the entire contents of the glass in one long swig then
quickly grabbed another one before the server could move away.

He’d grab the
entire tray if he thought he could get away with it. Crimson Cristal was some of
the best blood he had ever tasted. Too bad the damn stuff was so pricey. At
fifty thousand dollars per crate—with a crate only holding six bottles—the
champagne was too expensive to waste.

Igorian groaned
when his friend Cass A. Nova slid up next to him and bumped shoulders. “Hey,
Cass.” He glanced to the other side of the man, the empty side. “No
date?”

You mean someone
that hasn’t heard your lame pickup lines.
Igorian almost said his thoughts out loud. Only good manners, an abhorrence of
making his friend feel bad, and not enough alcohol kept his mouth
shut.

“Well, good luck
with that.”

“Who needs luck?”
Cass flashed a big smile. “I have charm.”

No he didn’t, but
so far, no one had been brave enough to tell the vampire that his pickup lines
sucked. Cass was a pretty big dude, much bigger than Igorian. Telling him he had
a better chance of scoring some ass if he kept his big trap shut just didn’t
seem to be in Igorian’s best interests. He preferred his head to be attached to
his shoulders.

Of course, if Cass
just stood there with his mouth shut, he’d get enough guys crawling all over him
to keep him knee-deep in cuties for a month. He was a stunning man…right up
until he opened his mouth.

Igorian started
looking around for another waiter. He was too sober for this shit. “I need more
champagne.”

“Right,” Cass
snorted, “because the last time you got rip-roaring drunk worked out so well for
you.”

“Shut up!” Igorian
snarled, his skin flushing deep red, which wasn’t too hard to do considering how
pale his skin naturally was. He passed for undead with the best of them. “I
thought we agreed never to talk about that again.”

The one person he
had to pour his heart out to about that night had to be the one with the
biggest mouth in the entire coven. What kind of idiot was he?

“No.” Cass nudged
his champagne flute toward Igorian. “You agreed to never talk about it again. I
agreed not to tell you what an idiot you were.”

Igorian frowned.
“Gee, thanks.”

“Yeah, no
problem.”

Igorian glowered at
Cass. “Why are we friends again?”

Cass’s rich
laughter circled around them, drawing more than one glance from those in hearing
distance. “Because you adore me.”

“No, I
don’t.”

Cass’s red eyes
twinkled as he bent his head down and rested it on Igorian’s slim shoulder,
fluttering his eyelashes wildly. “Yes, you do.”

Blink,
blink.

Igorian rolled his
eyes as he turned his head, the smile threatening to curve up his lips pissing
him off almost as much as the laughter that was trying to fight its way free.
“You’re incorrigible.”

How a man of his
muscular stature could make himself look so unthreatening was beyond Igorian. Or
maybe it was just him. Cass was his best bud. Igorian was more afraid of
spiders…’cause they were really gross and stuff.

“Oh, he’s cuter
than me.” Cass was standing up straight and taking off before Igorian could even
figure out who the vampire was talking about.

Igorian just stood
there and watched Cass work his magic, and then watched the little cutie he had
honed in on roll his eyes and walk away. And that would be Cass A. Nova’s magic.
It got him every damn time.

“He’ll never be
able to satisfy you like I can.”

Igorian’s throat
thickened on one breath as rough words were purred into his ear. How Pan had
snuck up behind him he would never know. He had been hyperaware of the panther
since he arrived at the party.

“Go away,” Igorian
growled under his breath as he tried to see if anyone was looking in his
direction. He didn’t want anyone knowing he even knew Pan Thyr, let alone that
he had slept with the guy.

“Kiss me
first.”

“No!”

Warm breath blew
across the side of his neck. There was a slight tug on a strand on his long
ink-black hair. A warm body pressed up so close behind him that Igorian could
feel Pan’s hard erection pressing against his butt.

He almost melted
into the floor as desire swept over him.

“I am not going to
kiss you.”

“You want to,
beautiful. You know you do.”

ADULT EXCERPT

Just as Igorian
started past the doors leading out of the ballroom, he was grabbed and pressed
back into the shadows of an alcove just off of the hallway. Warm breath blew
down on his face. An even warmer body pressed him into the
wall.

That was another
thing that Igorian had learned on his one night of indiscretion. Panthers ran
warm. For a vampire who was always cold, it was like pressing his body against a
live furnace.

It was
glorious.

Pan
captured his lips in that very moment, stealing all thoughts from Igorian’s head
just as he stole the breath from Igorian’s lungs. He groaned into the kiss as
Pan’s thick sultry scent filled every pore in his body. The kiss was brutal,
crushing, and Igorian could taste the metallic flavor of blood in his
mouth.

Pan
gripped Igorian’s shirt, an animalistic sound rumbling in his throat as he tried
to pull himself closer. Pan was branding him, making his own claim, and Igorian
was so turned on that he was about to explode in his slacks.

“That’s right,
kitten,” Pan growled into his ear, “purr for me.”

“Fuck
you!”

“So graphic.” Pan
chuckled into Igorian’s mouth as he kissed him. He groaned as Pan’s hand wrapped
around his neck, his thumb caressing behind his ear. Pan
growled into Igorian’s mouth as his tongue traced along Igorian’s bottom lip,
making his entire body shiver with need.“Submit to
me, Igorian.”

Igorian
swallowed around the dry lump in his throat.

Should
he?

Could
he?

Hell,
yes!

“I need
skin.” Pan’s voice was strained, almost as if he were just as desperate as
Igorian was to feel their skin collide.

He
captured Igorian’s lips in that very moment, stealing all thoughts from his head
just as he stole the breath from Igorian’s lungs. He groaned into the kiss as
Pan’s musky scent filled every pore in his body.

The kiss was hot, a
savoring caress as Pan kissed his breath away. Pan’s kisses grew more demanding,
more savage. Igorian reveled in his passion, his breath catching as the sexy
panther kissing him even deeper.

Igorian
wiggled against Pan when he felt the man pulling at his clothes, an animalistic
sound rumbling deep in his throat. Igorian was desperate to feel Pan’s large,
thick cock in his ass, and to hell with whoever might catch
them.

Igorian swallowed
around the dry lump in his throat as he tilted his head back and allowed Pan to
nibble down the arch of his neck. Pan was branding him,
making his own claim, and Igorian was so turned on that he was about to explode
in his slacks.

Once Pan
had his shirt ripped open, he began to work on Igorian’s pants. Igorian just stood there and allowed the panther to
undress him. Pan’s movements were wild, unforgiving, and
dared Igorian to interfere.

Igorian wasn’t
stupid. He wanted the gorgeous shifter.

Pan dropped to his
knees and reached for him, spinning Igorian around to face the wall.Igorian cried out when he felt a finger rim around his asshole.
A slight pressure applied, and then Pan’s finger sank in
deep.

Igorian
panted heavily, wanting to feel more but needing a minute to adjust. He wasn’t
sure whether to scream time-out or push back on the invasion. Igorian cried out
whenPan added a second
finger.

When Pan’s
hand began to move, Igorian bit his lip to stifle his outcry of delight. His
heart seemed to rush to every spot Pan touched. Igorian didn’t know his body was
so sensitive to Pan’s caress until it happened, and then he could only beg for
more.

“Pan,
please.”

He looked
up and his pulse beat more rapidly at the intensity he could see in his lover’s
eyes. Pan seemed to have eyes only for him. Igorian had to believe that it was
true. The need mirrored in Pan’s eyes couldn’t be faked.

There was
just no way.

Pan’s lips
covered Igorian’s mouth with a hunger that made Igorian melt against the man.
His kiss was surprisingly gentle despite the strong hardness of Pan’s lips.
Igorian groaned, giving himself freely to the passion he could feel in it, the
need.

A hot ache
grew in Igorian’s throat. He needed more than a kiss, as earth-moving as it was.
He needed to feel Pan’s body pressed against his, to feel the man’s naked skin.
Pan suddenly tore his mouth away from Igorian’s and looked at
him.

Their eyes
locked as their breathing came in unison, hot and heavy. Igorian’s breathing
stuttered in his chest. The closeness of their bodies was like a drug to
Igorian, lulling him into a passionate euphoria.

Pan began
thrusting his fingers in and out of Igorian’s tight ass. Igorian’s senses leapt
and a delicious shudder heated his body. Igorian whimpered again when Pan’s hand slid down his
thighs and then over his ass. His fingers massaged Igorian’s butt, making
Igorian pant heavily with need.

He
wanted.

He wanted
desperately.

He took in deep and
ragged breaths, biting hard into his bottom lip as he whimpered. The building
sensations were sweeping through Igorian, buzzing through his mind, his senses
exploding with greedy lust until he thought he would go mad.

Igorian’s body
arched into the panther’s as Pan stroked him, every inch of him hypersensitive
and greedy for his touch. Igorian couldn’t get close enough, couldn’t hold Pan
tight enough. He was desperate, a coil of need tightening inside of
him.

Igorian wailed
Pan’s name as the panther pushed past the clenching muscles, stretching Igorian
as his cock began to pick up a rhythm. He writhed under Pan, fighting to accept
the ample width of male flesh impaling him.

A slender, delicate
thread began to form between them with every thrust. Igorian had longed for
someone for longer than he could remember. He felt special, cherished. He felt
wanted.

“More, Pan,”
Igorian whispered as he pushed back against Pan. “I want
more.”

He wanted
everything!

Pan started moving
faster, harder. One of his hands clenched around Igorian’s thigh. The other one
grabbed a handful of Igorian’s hair at the nape of his neck and tilted his head
back, exposing his throat.

Pan’s teeth latched
onto the exposed skin and Igorian went wild. The combination of Pan’s cock
pounding into his ass and the teeth at his throat were enough to send Igorian’s
senses swirling out of control.

“Breathe,
kitten.”

Igorian chuckled.
“Can’t.”

Pan grinned and
started moving. Igorian barely had time to draw in a deep breath before Pan
slammed hard and deep inside him. He didn’t start out slow, instead going
straight to pounding into Igorian as fast and as hard as he
could.

The scent of blood
filled the air, and Igorian realized that his claws had extended and even now
dug into Pan’s tanned skin. It only seemed to heighten both of their arousals,
pushing them together and melding their souls.